Knight at Heart

"The heart's blade shall be thy companion's shield." Spada Belforma . 17 . Tales of Innocence Housed in T-6 Weapons: Levantine [dual swords] Abilities: Cast Lightning three times per day Rank: Noble Job: Guard at Mekakushi Dan [affiliated with Citta Alveare]

[chainingmemories-deactivated201]

A Sharp Model [closed/Spada]

It had been a while since she last ventured outside. In fact, when was the last time she breathed in the fresh air and basked in the warm sunlight. Or at least, as warm as it could be considering the weather was starting to get colder.

Anyway, there was only so much she could draw from inside the confines of her room, and being stuck in a room was something she already had a lifetime of. Thus, equipped with her sketchbook, some pencils, and some crayons, she went towards the park in Sector oo6.

It had been quite the train ride but eventually she got there and seated herself on one of the benches. Just when she was about to start drawing the scenery she heard some nearby noises. A sword? Hmm…sounds like a boy…I think. Looking in front of her, she did see someone holding a sword. Are they…training? That thought made her smile, it reminded her of how Sora and Roxas and all the people in their memories trained.

Intrigued, Naminé couldn’t help but move closer. Quietly, she walked nearer to his training spot and sat down with her back against a tree. After placing her materials down, she wordlessly started drawing with her trusty pencil.

She smiled. He had a very nice sword form and even from where she was she could see a determination in his eyes. Not to mention, his clothes were a bit unlike those she’s seen and his hat was nice too. There was one more thing that she couldn’t help but like, the smile on his face after he seemed to perform a move just the way he wanted. Whoever this person was, they were a very good model.

[duraturo]

One, slash. Two, parry. Three, thrust and switch forms. Back straight. Feet apart. Use quick and smooth movements. Time your breaths. Follow through with every movement and back to starting position.

It had been a hell of a long time since Spada run through his old formal training methods, but he found himself enjoying every minute of it. Single sword forms he hadn't bothered with in ages were coming back to him like he was a practiced pro. Good thing too; he didn't want to disappoint the onlooker he managed to attract. But all good things have to come to an end, and his tiring arms were signalling him to stop.

With a heavy breath, he spun in blade back into its sheath. Spada wasn't tracking how much time he killed, but he knew he was due for a break as he fanned himself down with his brown cap. While he was catching his breath, his eyes wandered back to the blonde girl nearby.

The swordsman was about to wave but she seemed far into into her own book to noticed he even stopped practicing. "Huh?" Upon closer inspection it looked like she was frantically writing something down. Curiosity piqued, Spada walked under the shade of the tree and plopped down next to the girl unceremoniously.

"Well, didn't think a pretty girl would wanna watch me show off for this long." He let out a tired laugh. Without asking any permission, he leaned over to try and sneak a peek at her mystery book. "You ain't writin' down some heavy critique on my performance, are you?"

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[duraturo]

[duraturo]

Past Life Memory Disorder [event open]

[allowsflying]

Palutena couldn’t help but make a bored face at Spada’s reaction to her taunting.

Really, leave it to the confident, playful, knight type to be super serious and quiet during times of battle. Talk about b~oring!

He was a bug that needed to be crushed soon so that she could wreak havoc on other humans and sectors. But then color her surprised when he actually managed to avoid getting fatally wounded by her attack. He even managed to land a hit on her! Rude.

She had stood still, her form facing Spada as she buried her face into her hands. Her form shaking slightly. He had managed to make slash across her side, her dress slightly torn due to the attack. It’s pure white form now slowly becoming tainted with blood red.

A sniffle. A sob.

"I-I can’t believe you actually attacked me…that’s…"

"Definitely not allowed. You’re going to pay for that you insufferable creature."

Immediately she went to swing her staff towards him, holding up her shield in case he blitzed toward her.

[duraturo]

The tiniest of smirks appeared on his lips as he felt the satisfying feeling of success as his blade sliced through the goddess' skin. As much as he loathed battle, nothing could make a sword more prideful than landing such a pure hit. Payback for the blow he took before. If only he was faster, cut deeper, this folly might've already ended.

Spada remained unfazed as Palutena cried her crocodile tears towards him. He didn't have the will nor the overall ability to sympathize with her considering this was a fight she instigated all on her own. No amount of halfhearted trickery would make him lay down his sword.

Raising a sword high, he parried the blow of her staff and slid past its reach. "Your foolish rules don't apply on the battlefield," he spoke softly but clearly as he appeared right before her. His attempt to pierce through her shield proved useless as his blade bounced off the metal to skid past.

Jumping back, a large circle of light appeared around his form. If he couldn't break the shield easily, he'd just have to go past it! Purple sparks exuded from his fingertips to his sword's edge as he cast his Lightning arte once again. 

"Begone already!"

[duraturo]

Past Life Memory Disorder [event open]

[singerssword]

Luckily, she was used to war-like situations, so she was able to avoid any serious injuries, even though it was her first time witnessing such a strange power. Plus, her own power had probably protected her as well. That attack from the young male, it was strong; a normal person would’ve been a lot more hurt — if not worse.

Her clothes, however, were not as lucky. She had ‘holes’ everywhere and you could see through both her shirt and skirt, since they were pretty much falling apart. Inori crossed her arms in front of her, particulary her chest, the most damaged area, since she had protected her head from the previous attack with her arms. She needed a jacket or something asap.

"It’s…fine. Really. You don’t have to worry." She said, looking away for a slipt second, then back to him. "As you can see, I’m alright. I guess I’m used to this?"

He mentioned something about a virus. So that’s what’s been messing up people, that’s the reason the electronical devises and even the NPCs were acting so strangely. Someone had hacked into the system, probably. It must’ve been someone really smart, at the level of Tsugumi and Kenji. This guy, whoever he was, had been affected by the virus and had been seeing others as enemies. She hadn’t experience this yet but it’s true that she had heard some strange voices before… Particulary this one voice… Mana’s.

"I see."

"Ah— …Thank you." She took his hand, as it would be rude to just get up on her own, and lifted herself up. Now standing on her two feet, she realized he was taller than her (and taller than he had seemed before). “I was trying to find people.” She tried her best to give a small smile. “All I’ve been seeing are…some strange looking persons, that don’t seem to be functioning correctly. They’re probably NPCs.”

[duraturo]

It wasn't until he was up close and personal that he noticed all the rips and tears he caused in her clothes. And while it wasn't the most gentlemanly thing that he could do at the moment, he couldn't exactly stop his eyes from wandering downwards. Her arms covered herself up but, you know. Guy's gotta try.

But he couldn't be a lech for too long without getting caught, so he quickly straightened himself up. After a small clearing of his throat, he slid his brown jacket off his shoulders.

"Oh, I see. But, er—" He hesitated while holding it up for her to take, "Here." His grey eyes looked in some general direction of 'away from her' until she could put it on. In the mean time, he tried to understand what she had told him.

"You've been seein' those weird things too?" He mused aloud, wondering if they really were seeing the same things. After all, his glitches were far too accurate to his own memories of his past life. It'd actually be almost embarrassing to have all that revealed to the whole city.

"NPCs?" He pouted slightly as he whispered the unfamiliar word. "I ain't really followin' you there. The hell are those?"

[duraturo]

Past Life Memory Disorder [event open]

[tsuningdropped]

Maybe he was overreacting, but, trust me, it isn’t the first time. Silver wasn’t exactly concerned about his Pokemon being injured, just angry because it’s fallen so easily. Pulling a Pokeball from his pocket, the redhead called it back quickly before tucking the spherical object in the other pocket. Later, maybe tomorrow or even after, he would take care of it, but first things first. The thing is, this guy bought a fight with him the moment Croconaw got almost killed, one of his only weapons was now broken.

"Who cares if it was an accident or not, dumbass?” Sneasel refused to assume Croconaw’s position to protect Silver, so it stood by the trainer’s side as he proceeded with his furious speech. “You almost made it die when I don’t even know if there’s a goddamn Pokemon Center anywhere in this shithole, do you want me to stay quiet, ass-pie? Not going to fuckin’ happen!”

Being an unpleasant asshole was part of Silver’s daily agenda, but all this situation made him even worse. Not only the glitches were stressing as hell to deal with, but now this guy with the same thing everyone kept on telling him since he was 13? Well, he’d love to show him how to stay quiet and not wrecking havoc around with his fists.

"The hell do you know about having a Pokemon?” At the last word, Sneasel looked at the other teenager as if he wanted to say ‘go away, it won’t worth it’, while Silver couldn’t contain his anger anymore. He also stomped forward with fists already balled up, albeit still careful not to get one of these bolts of energy straight to his face, and kept on hollering, "it’s not a pet, it’s a tool, a weapon, what do you think I am, a stupid girl?!”

[duraturo]

Spada didn't really understand the entire mechanics of Pokeballs or whatever, but from his perspective, the entire notion of retracting a pretty large-sized animal into a palm-sized sphere was just iffy. He wasn't sure if it rubbed him the wrong way or it was just confusing to him; either way he sneered at the action.

"I'm already takin' the blame for it, so you don't need to lay it on thick!" At this point, the delinquent had to cross his arms and keep his hands locked in place. He was starting to feel up to just stepping up and decking the other teen into shutting up. But unwitting violence got him into this stupid argument in the first place, so he had to stay civil for a little while longer. 

"Look, I dunno shit about what a Pokemon or some 'center' even is but even an idiot would know not to go hurtin' the thing again. So call me the bad guy, but you ain't blameless anymore."

"Pet, weapon or whatever. No tool would wanna serve such an incompetent master." Extra irritation entered his voice as he repeated the word 'tool'. Very few people could understand how it feels to be someone's literal tool, at the mercy of each of their master's whims. But Spada knew the feeling all too well and he was silently thankful his past life got saddled up with someone miles better than this kid.

With an almost pitying expression, Spada looked down on the redhead as he spoke, "So, nah, you ain't a stupid girl. Just a dumbass in general!"

[duraturo]

((I only know a little about Tales of Innocence, so how about explaining all the reincarnation stuff, for starters? :D))

Okay, I got you covered!

In Naraka, there are certain people with supernatural powers called the Fallen or Avatars. These people have memories from a past life from the Devic Era in another world called Devaloka. These memories usually appear in dreams as their powers awaken to the point where they can remember their whole other life. For some people, their past lives heavily effect how they live their current life by people holding onto old grudges and all that and some people just don’t care about it, i.e. Spada.

These past lives are pretty much Gods, so Avatars gain some of their original abilities and are sometimes referred to as demi-gods. For example, Spada’s past life was Durandal, a holy sword. He winds up being super proficient with swordplay and can perform magic. Having super strength and use of magic is a main sign of being an Avatar.

I’m simplifying this a whole lot, but being an Avatar just comes with a whole lot of extra baggage of memories but sweet powers in return. And discrimination. You know. Because humans don’t like to hang with demi-gods.

[duraturo]

Of all the roles, I live the whole game as a crazy cop.

Talk about unfittin'.

[duraturo]

nigga why you a sword cuz you ain't sharp.

"You wanna bloody try me?"

[ebonyguts]

Send me questions about my character's series

[duraturo]

[I have things from so many events... that I should reply to.....]

[Spada, why won't you work with me.]

[duraturo]

Past Life Memory Disorder [event open]

[tsuningdropped]

The moment the city was struck with a sudden bomb of weird, creepy stuff and despair, he stopped asking himself why and how the population managed to survive in all of the scientists’ experiments. Slowly, he found out that his memories were disappearing, turning into mere fragments until they were nothing, and, once again, he had no idea of how he had appeared in the Hive City, with only three of his Pokemon, in the middle of a chaotic wreck. The faint, disgusting stench of blood invaded his nostrils as he trudged through the streets, a bipedal blue crocodile walking nervously in front of him, ready to attack any dumbass that dared to approach him.

The male who was apparently talking to himself like someone crazy had passed as just a normal person who Silver tried to ignore, too busy to pay attention to anyone since he was already minding his own business — trying to find an exit from this place. He didn’t see the bolt of energy that would hit him, happily (and unhappily) missing and hitting Croconaw instead, who flew a few meters off as the trainer’s vision turned into a blur for a while.

"Hey!! —"

"—just what the hell do you think you’re doing, you piece of useless trash?!” He barked furiously, teeth gritting against each others visibly. “Are you fuckin’ insane? You could kill someone doing stupid shit like that, do you know that?!” And with a quick glance to the right, he found his Croconaw, fallen in the ground as a blanket, with several bruises in its body. But he didn’t allow himself to help it, giving a rather strong kick to the side of its body instead, what caused the water-type to shudder and groan in pain.

"Oi! Wake up, you shitty tool. You’re not dead yet." A dangerous, threatening glare was launched at the other male following the last part of his speech, as he picked the second Pokeball in his pocket just to release his recently recovered Sneasel, who stared at its trainer with a sleepy expression. You know, just to protect himself from another random attack coming from this crazy boy. "Shit. That’s what you have in your head, man. Pure, deep shit! You will get out of my way or I’ll have to finish you!”

[duraturo]

Whatever sort of guilty feeling was building up inside of him died the second his almost victim opened his mouth. Hell, Spada knew his apology was half-assed at best, but even he was freaked out by what he just did. He knew he didn't deserve whatever lip this kid was giving him. And just what the hell did this guy know? He should be counting his blessings that Spada didn't wind up stabbing his little pet alligator inside of just knocking it for a loop.

"Look, it was an accident!" He screeched in return. Glaring back at the other with an equal amount of annoyance, the delinquent responded just as callously. "I'm tryin' to say sorry! You think I don't know I fucked up?!" Noticing his emotions getting the best of him, Spada crossed his arms and huffed in weak attempts to calm down. But he couldn't ignore the other teen hit the poor Pokemon while it was down.

"...The hell, man? You know, kickin' the thing ain't gonna make it any better!" He frowned at the obvious mistreatment taking place. The Avatar sneered as he heard the other's passive aggressive insult. Sure, he caused most of the damage, but at least he wasn't being an asshole on purpose. Gritting his teeth together, he tried to hold himself from lashing out anymore.

...But that last threat was the final straw.

"...You tryin' to pick an actual fight with me?" Stomping forward, Spada stopped only a few feet away from the redhead. He glanced down for a moment at the newer black creature the other male had called out, but continued to stand his ground.

"I ain't got a problem beatin' up a guy who kicks his pets!"

[duraturo]

Past Life Memory Disorder [event open]

[singerssword]

Was this a nightmare or reality?

Inori ran down the street, even though she could not see anything in front of her, due to the thick fog in the air. It was a bit hard to breathe as well but that did not stop her. She had to find other people. People that were still as sane as she was, at the very least.

She had bumped into several…strange beings that were acting very erradicaly and saying weird things. Besides them, there had been 2 or 3 that didn’t even look human; although, they probably were. But something had happened to them, something that changed the way they looked and acted. It was the same with the fog and the buildings and the electronical devises. Something had happened in the city. She remembered both Tsugumi and Kenji bragging about being able to hack into anything so, was that the case? Someone had hacked into the city’s system? If so, then why? People were certainly harming others and themselves because of these…illusions. This was not good. Not good at all. As much as she didn’t like this place, Inori would not sit quietly and wait for things to get fixed on their own.

After a while, she finally laid eyes on someone that seemed human. “……” She decided to follow after that person and try to talk to him, at least to check if he was okay and still sane. But he would not stop, he just kept running away; so she kept following.

She finally caught up with him but;

"—!"

Inori got thrown back by a strange power, probably dispelled by the young male she had been pursuing; he thought she was an enemy, huh. Luckily, there didn’t seem to be much damage, only a couple of scratches on her arms (that she had lifted up in front of her face for protection) and her clothes were torned here and there.

"I’m fine." She replied, sitting up as quick as she could. "Don’t…worry about me."

[duraturo]

Damn his luck for winding up hitting a pretty girl! And double damn the weird glitch that made her look positively feral in the first place!

Kneeling down to her level, concerned grey eyes ran over her person, staring at the few cuts and tears he happened to cause. He was vaguely surprised that was all she wasn't injured more, but he wouldn't complain. Thankfully, he was far from killing the girl, but he could help but feel bad he even attacked her to begin with.

"Heh. It's a bit late for that." Spada smiled weakly as she responded to his question, "But glad to hear it." He didn't want to admit to being really worried, but he would've punched himself if she was anything but perfectly alright. Pushing himself back to his feet, the delinquent scratched at the back of his head as he looked down on her.

"So, uh... I'm really sorry..." He repeated himself, this time sounding less rushed. "I dunno about you, but this virus thing's been messin' me up. That's why I—... Yeah." A small sigh escaped his lips as he pictured the weird creatures in his head. He thought about explaining that better, but he figured he would just sound all the more insane.

Instead, he just leaned down to lower his hand to the girl. "Here, lemme help you up," he offered with a more relaxed grin. "This might be kinda a weird time to ask, but was there a reason you were followin' me?"

[duraturo]

Past Life Memory Disorder [event open]

[allowsflying]

She smiled.

Sure, he had managed to get away without dying but he was still hurt. His clothes slowly staining with blood made that quite evident. It filled her with glee to know that her mission to destroy this human started off on a good note.

He was a fast one though, and had good reaction timing too. No matter, she was the Goddess of Light and he would fall like the tiny ant he was.

"Not religious, huh? It’s because of people like you that some of the divine beings feel that humans are ungrateful and worthless creatures." At this moment in time, Palutena felt that way too.

They didn’t show thanks or appreciate the gifts that the gods and goddesses bestowed upon their unworthy selves. Well, it was about time that they did and if not then they should vanish.

"Aren’t scared of m̞͝é͔? No god y̮̜̩͝ó̻u̴ can’t slay? Rend m̸̮̖̭̳̯̤͈y̴͇̯̪ soul to nothing?” She repeated his words, laughter seeping into them as she continued.

"Oh you’re funny, hilarious even, but so annoying. That cheeky grin, your confident words, that cocky attitude of yours, I’m going to wipe your entire existence away!"

Cackling, she too charged forward with one of her other signature moves.

"This Might Sting!" The goddess zoomed towards him at the speed of light, quite literally as she became a column of light herself with her speed. But make no mistake, Spada would probably end up landing a few hits on her this way as well, not that it mattered to her. An insect’s attacks meant little.

[duraturo]

"..."

Spada made no noise in response to Palutena's many chides towards him. For the most part, he just didn't care. After all, what did a sword have to worry about the differences between humans and gods? As far as he was concerned, they both get cut open the exact same way. All he really determined is that this woman was another savage who didn't deserve to have power over others.

Focusing on his target, the Avatar didn't shy away from a head-on assault. His gray eyes narrowed as her form shifted from one of a woman to a long pillar of white light. Although the arrow was much larger in size, this time, he was more prepared, having already experienced a similar attack earlier.

Lightning fast reflexes at work, Spada swiftly twisted his foot to guide his body just barely out of the way of the goddess' attack. He had to wince at the strong heat that emanated from her radiant person. The side of his cheek stung with a slight burn as she passed him by and he was still shoved back by the harsh rush of wind that followed her trail.

But before getting pushed away completely, he swung a sword upwards at the tail end of the passing by column of light. While he couldn't determine which part of her body he had hit, he was sure he taught her a decent lesson.

No one underestimates the Holy Sword, Durandal.

[duraturo]

Past Life Memory Disorder [event open]

[allowsflying]

This place sucked.

Like really, it was the dumps.

How could they bring her the Goddess of Light to a place like this? It was horrible, they should really pay. All of them. Oh she’d make them pay, but she’d start off with destroying the sectors. She had already heard word of Pit’s chaotic activities, a cruel smile on her face as the thought delighted her.

Wonderful, this time they were on the same side. The right side. Where everything should be conquered and destroyed. Though, he still annoyed the heck outta her. She’d make sure to destroy him later.

"Oh, what’s this now?" She spotted a figure before her, a human? She hated them, always so ungrateful. They needed to be crushed. And oh-!

A bolt of lightening had made it’s way toward her, but she quickly moved out of the way.

Unforgivable. A mere human trying to attack me?

And then they apologized, and Palutena had the sweetest smile on her face.

"Ahaha, yes I’m fine, although I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to compensate." And the smile disappeared in a flash, replaced with darkened eyes.

"The cost for attacking a goddess, is your life! Now, KNEEL BEFORE ME!”

Suddenly, three fast-moving columns of light were headed straight for the boy.

[duraturo]

"Whew..."  Spada sighed in relief, glad he didn't do any harm. Last thing he wanted to do was hurt a pretty lady for no good reason. He wanted to return the friendly smile, but his eyes widened as he saw her expression sudden change. 

"Wha—" The delinquent blinked, only managing to catch a flicker of light before reacting. He flipped his body to the left, managing to narrowly escape two of the dangerous columns. But quick as he was on his feet, he was far too close to dodge the columns completely. 

Spada clicked his tongue as he grabbed at the shallow gash on his side.  He could feel trickles of warm liquid seep between his fingers, but he wasn't going to let a small cut send him running. Drawing a single blade with his free hand, he pointed its sharp tip towards the goddess' face.

"Sorry, chick, no can do. I ain't really the religious type," he smirked cheekily. 

"'Sides, you don't sc̴ͦ̚͜Aͤ̊ͧ̑͊ͨ́͘r͎͜͟͝ͅ█͏̸̗͚̘̱͖͈ ͎̫̱̜͑̃͌̔͢M̷͕̫ͤ̿̊̋̃͊̕͞▐̸̮̹̱̜͈ͭ͋̊͋̉͆̂́̓▀̹̭̫̬͓ͤ̃̔̑̍̃̓̐͝—"

His voice fizzled and faded, almost as if he had been shut down, but his stance remained firm. The spirited look in his eyes turned cold and lifeless as he stared at the woman.

"No god exists that I cannot slay," he finally spoke; voice stern and frigid. Removing his other arm from his side, he unsheathed his second blade. "If you intend to fight me..."

"I will rend your soul to nothing." Grip tightening on his swords, he charged forward.

[duraturo]

Past Life Memory Disorder [event open]

They ain't really there.

That's what Spada had been repeating to himself since they started appearing. He had been taken completely off guard when he first saw them, those misshapen Ratio soldiers, walking around. He didn't really think about why his enemies from his home world would suddenly appear, but it wasn't until after he had already fought them that he realized he was mistaken.

He had almost killed a helpless citizen, one "glitched" into looking like a monster. The glitches didn't stop there. Even now, he was a blink and a flash of code away from having war flashbacks from the Devic Era. And he was not thrilled about having to play "Monster, person or illusion?" every time something suspicious passed by.

So he kept on his feet, trying to ignore everything that wasn't directly coming after him. If someone was following him, he just took weird paths until they were gone. And that's exactly what the Avatar was doing right now — walking down a back road until another little follower disappeared. The only problem being: it wasn't working.

Spada turned his head enough to glance behind him. Sure enough, whatever was trailing behind him didn't appear human at all. 'They ain't really there. They ain't really there. They are not really there. They aren't really there!' He chanted, hoping that his vision would be cleared when he finished. After a deep breath, he turned to look over his shoulder once more... only to be greeted face-to-snout with his stalker.

"Yo! Back off already!" He screamed, swiping his arm backward and releasing the spell he wasn't even aware he was casting. An unwitting bolt of lightning followed his arm's path and headed straight for the monstrous looking soldier behind. But, as expected, it was just another bug in his vision; one that faded away with a long string of unintelligible programming language and light.

"...Oh shit." He gasped, finally spotting the person behind the illusion. He didn't see if he caused any damage yet, but he rushed over anyway to apologize. 

"M-my bad. I thought you were... Nevermind..." He shook his head, instead focusing on the other's well being. "You're doin' okay, right?"

[duraturo]

hacktuality notes

[sinCE EVERYONE'S DOING THE THING. here's what i got for this kid:

personality: For the most part, he'll act like delinquent himself. But every now and then he'll personality will glitch into his past life, Durandal. His speech and tone will turn formal and emotionless as Durandal was a sentient sword with no real heart to respond to things. In general, he'll just act colder and calmer when it happens.

physical: Appearance-wise, nothing's going to change; he's still human in his usual outfit. Unless your character wants to see him as a huge talking sword, man, but that's on you. But Spada's vision screws up into him seeing things from his past life. People walking around could glitch into looking like Ratio monsters from his world, which he is highly likely to attack. He's essentially seeing war flashbacks apropo of nothing.

and, that's about it. but his powers will remain the same, no gained abilities here.

i don't really have any planned threads for him, but if you want to do something drop a line. otherwise i'll just make my own open and attack some of the already posted ones.]

[noflyingallowed-blog]

Innocent Misunderstanding

What did he mean he wasn’t a pizza guy? He HAD to be! If whoever was on the opposite end of the line didn’t have a day job of… *ahem* hoppin’ on a scoota an’ makin’ some fat dough thru deliverin’ some o’ that fat dough, who else did?

Though he did have a fair point, several of them. Well, this time might be best just to straight up call them. Now which of these quick dial presets was the delivery service again…

"Uh, hey, I was wondering about that pizza I ordered a few, um, hours back by now? Is it ready yet or am I going to have to pick it up? I’ve sorta kinda got guests over, so I thought I might as well check up… Hello?"

Of course, he called the guy again.

[duraturo]

Here Spada thought he already solved the wrong number issue hours ago, but no. His cell phone was ringing again, displaying some caller ID he didn't recognize. He barely used the thing to begin with, so that fact that it was being particularly disruptive today just annoyed the delinquent further.

Answering the call, he didn't even have time for a fake-happy greeting before he heard the same pizza kid from earlier complaining at him again. When he was finally given the moment to talk, he growled out his response.

"...You for real? I already told you, you got the wrong number! Do I even sound like a pizza delivery guy to you?!"

Better watch your answer, angelface.